Seeing Mingche running all the way, a priest shouted in surprise.
Hearing this, everyone turned their eyes.
"Li Ke!" Mingche ignored those glances and just called Li Ke's name loudly.
In the crowd, Gong Ao waved gently.
People immediately made way for a passage in front of Mingche.
Looking through the passage, he clearly saw the huge pothole on the ground. An ominous premonition arose in his heart. He strode up and ran into the pothole.
His foot missed the mark and he fell uncontrollably, rolling all the way to the bottom of the pit.
Ignoring the wounds on his face scratched by the gravel, he hurriedly raised his face and saw a face as far as he could see, an ordinary but familiar face.
"Li Ke!" Mingche hurriedly got up and grabbed Li Ke's hand that was still holding the sword tightly, but the tiger's mouth had already been torn. "Cheer up and I'll heal you right away!"
As he spoke, he exerted his profound energy at all costs, and a soft white brilliance immediately enveloped Li Ke's body.
Li Ke opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at the bloodstained face with eagerness and worry through the white light, a bright color flashed in his eyes.
"Your Highness..."
"Don't talk!" Mingche held his hand tightly, "You won't die, you won't die!"
Li Ke let go of the sword, held his hand instead, pulled him towards him, and said with all his last strength, "I... saw... the golden armor... the god... general..."
Taking one last look at Ming Che in front of him, the corners of Li Ke's lips raised slightly.
Clenching the fingers that were getting colder and stiffer, Mingche felt sad, "Why are you so stupid? Why are you so stupid..."
Why?!
He has had no parents since he was a child, so he is a trash-like existence in everyone's eyes. His greatest value is that he can be sold into the palace as a eunuch for a few taels of silver.
It was him, the prince who was obviously supposed to be aloof, who gave him the only warmth in the world.
Li Ke has always wanted to respond to that warmth.
Therefore, he has always been by Mingche's side, learning martial arts for Mingche, and for what Mingche wants to do, he will not care about life or death.
Because his master is his only bond in this world!
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Li Ke tilted his head weakly to the side, with a smile still on his lips.
Because, he did it!
Although he can no longer take care of his master, he can still smile and smile.
As the footsteps approached quickly, several men from the Temple of Light rushed down. Some helped him wipe the blood from his face, while others helped him get up.
"Leave me alone!" Mingche said in a hoarse voice, "Take him out and cleanse him and change his clothes!"
Someone immediately followed his words, and several high-ranking priests in white helped him to the top of the pit.
"Great Priest of Light!" Gong Ao sneered and walked forward, "I think you need to give me an explanation for what happened tonight!"
"Punish the high priest!" The chief deacon of the Temple of Light took a step forward, "My high priest is injured at this time. If you have anything to ask, why not wait for us..."
"Go away!" Gong Ao cut off his words sharply, "The Tower of Babel is an important place of the temple. How could a little slave have the courage to go to this matter? He must have been instructed by someone. As his master, I will do it now
I ask the Great Priest of Guangming to give me a reasonable explanation!"